Semua Bab His Regret: Her Rebirth : Bab 71 - Bab 80

THE LEDGERXENIA’S POVI didn’t sleep.The ledger sat open on my desk, every page marked by Cerra’s meticulous cruelty—misused funds, rerouted supplies, threats disguised as diplomacy. Every line told a story of someone who went hungry, someone who got reassigned without warning, someone who disappeared.Some of it I remembered. Moments that felt strange at the time but had been easy to overlook. Delayed deliveries. Guard rotations I didn’t authorize. Notes scribbled in margins that didn’t quite match my handwriting but bore my name anyway.Now I saw the pattern.Now I knew.By morning, I had read it twice. I knew which pages mattered most. Which entries would break her hold. But I also knew I couldn’t present it recklessly.Cerra wasn’t just powerful—she was prepared. Even when cornered, she had escape routes. Favors owed. People still afraid to cross her. If I gave her warning, even a sliver, she would vanish before the council finished reading page one.So I waited. Not for the rig

BENEATH THE MASKXENIA’S POVThe letter sat on my desk long after the fire burned low.I kept reading the same words over and over again, trying to find something more between the lines. Something I’d missed. But the truth was already there, as sharp and cruel as the blade that had been hanging over my head for months.Cerra didn’t act alone.And whoever she was working with—they had power. Influence. Reach that didn’t end with council chambers or forged documents. They had watched. Waited. Used her ambition like a weapon. And now that she had been exposed, they were still out there. Waiting again.Planning.I had thought I was finally at the top of the hill. That the truth I’d uncovered was the peak.But this… this was just the next climb.RICO’S POV“I don’t think she wrote it,” I said, nodding toward the letter.Xenia didn’t look up from it. “I know.”“Whoever it was, they’re trying to warn you.”“Or they want me to panic.”That was fair. I’d seen how this worked before—threats dis

SMOKE AND MIRRORSXENIA’S POVYou’d think there would be peace after something like that.After you stand in front of everyone and pull the truth out like a blade. After you expose the rot, rip it out root by root, and watch the man responsible walk away in chains.But there wasn’t peace.There was only smoke.The kind that clings to your clothes long after the fire’s out.Because something still didn’t sit right.And that feeling didn’t leave me—not even as I stood alone in my chambers, the council chamber finally empty, the city settling into uneasy sleep.Saelin had fallen. But he had smiled while doing it.Why?REYNA’S POVWe thought Saelin would panic when he was exposed. Or at least lash out, throw names, offer bargains. That’s what people did when they were cornered.But he hadn’t.He had gone down too quietly.And now Xenia was pacing the floor, her mouth drawn tight and her mind miles away.“What if he wanted to be caught?” she asked suddenly, eyes fixed on the window.I blin

THE RED FEATHERXENIA’S POVThe feather wouldn’t leave my mind.It sat on my desk, light as air, but heavier than any sword I’d ever carried. A single curve of crimson—once bright, now dulled with age—resting against a black journal filled with secrets we weren’t supposed to find.Cerra had worn a red feather like this. So had her personal guards.But she was gone.And the guards were either dead, reassigned, or imprisoned. So where did this one come from?That’s what I kept asking myself.And why did it feel like it had been left for me to find?RICO’S POVXenia was too quiet again.That particular kind of quiet she only wore when her thoughts were sharp and her heart was heavy.She hadn’t touched her tea. She hadn’t looked up when I came in.Just sat with the journal open in front of her, her fingers resting lightly on the last page.“She’s not done,” she murmured.I blinked. “Cerra?”She shook her head slowly. “Whoever replaced her. The one who stepped into her shadow and stayed th

THE ARCHITECTXENIA’S POVThe sigil sat on my table like it belonged there.Sharp, black, cold even after hours of contact with the warm air of the chamber. A circle, enclosed within a triangle. No letters. No markings. Just a symbol. But it meant everything.Jarin had given it to me before disappearing into the woods.No apologies. No plea for mercy. Just a warning:“You’re not done yet.”He was right.I wasn’t.I couldn’t be—not with this thing in my hands, pulsing like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to me.Someone was still pulling strings.And now we had a name.The Architect.REYNA’S POVWe’d gone after Cerra thinking she was the mastermind.Then Saelin.Now? Now it felt like those two had just been chapters in someone else’s story. Pieces moved around a board they didn’t even realize existed.And that person—whoever they were—was still out there.Still hiding behind whispers and shadows, controlling from a distance.And Xenia…She wasn’t going to rest until they were found.RICO